Celia shifted in her chair as much as she could, which was not a lot at all. Coils of rope encircled her wrists and were in turn tied to the back of the chair. Her ankles were each tied to a chair leg, and more rope wrapped around her thighs stretched her legs as far apart as they would go. The large ball gag in her mouth made her drool, and this had run ov...
Author's Note: Greetings fellow lover of erotic fiction. This is my Holiday 2018 Contest entry. Please take the time to enjoy all the entries. They're really pretty great. This is a work of fiction. It would be best if you just suspend disbelief and enjoyed it. This is a work of fantasy. Time is compressed. This is a short story by Lit standards; just u...
She kneels in the middle of the living room, waiting for her Master. Her outfit consists of a lightweight summer dress that buttons down the front. Underneath she is wearing a black lace underwire bra with half cups, matching thong panties, garter and stockings. Five inch black paten leather heels complete the outfit. She is in position as her Master demands...
The Pulley From a nearby workbench, I take a pulley arrangement, with a pan at one end of the rope. I attach the pulley to an eye bolt anchored in the joist above you. I place a small box on one pan, attaching the free end of the rope to the bag of ice. You imagine you can feel the chill radiating from the ice as I position it just above your cunt. I attac...
Okay, so you’ve decided to spice things up a little in your sex life and are curious to know what those little things called nipple clamps are all about. Or perhaps you were browsing through your local adult toy store or your favorite online shopping place and saw them. Maybe you’ve already purchased a set. Well, if you are confused about which ones to buy a...
Dear Glutton for Punishment, I have just staggered into the door from my second date with what’s-his-name, and had the uncontrollable urge to sit right down and write MYSELF a letter – {I know I’ve heard that before… maybe a song?} So here I am – pen in hand, bottle of cyanide in the other, awaiting the after-shock to slam dunk me into what I hope will be a...
As with all stories on the site, please, DO NOT read if you are under 18 years old. I welcome all feedback and want to thank everyone for reading, commenting and voting. * The next day, Jack told me that we were going shopping in the big city. "There are some...things...I need to buy, and I need you to go along to ...help." I shuddered to think of what kin...
It is time for my pony to be bred. I love my little pony Debbie. She is so submissive and compliant. Any master in the world would be lucky to have her. I am the luckiest master in the world because she is mine. I begin pony's breeding session by getting her groomed. She has cleaned out her bowels to ensure clean passage for her pony tail butt plug or my c...
Mike pulls the leather jacket down off her shoulders, leaving her arms imprisoned in their sleeves, tightly zipped, and then exposes her lush full heavy breasts, and her hugely hard nipples. "Glad to see you wore nothing underneath," he observes, before pulling her long thick hair and head back hard. He kneels in front of her, and sees she has soaked the l...
In a futuristic world messages and packages are delivered by teams of motorcycle riders. These teams are composed of 6 riders. The leader, the mechanic, two protectors and a "racer", a high-speed specialist and a replacement racer for if the original should be injured. These teams are highly regarded within society holding an honoured place in society for wi...